I lifted my fanny as she asked me to and she removed the plasticpants. The diapers were soaked! She had a hard time un-pinning them but did.She had me...lift my fanny again and removed them. Thank Goodness! Thoseplastic pants held in the heat and it felt good to be free again!My mom had a strong flashlight and shined it on my groin. I looked down andwatched as Grace examined my sutures and she smiled. Harriet handed hersomething from a case she was holding. She had me lift my fanny again and. A tiny hand gently glides over the forelock and between the mare’s ears. Caressing the white blaze running between Midnight’s eyes and down to her muzzle. A strong hoof paws at the ancient earth. Swirling a dry golden dust between Midnight’s tapered legs in the wake of her stomping. Her whinnying reply swift and urgent, captures a stolen moment in time. She gauges her heart. Knowing that his hands once touched this glorious beast. A twinge of pain makes it’s presence known. The sun catches the. Jay is about six feet two, and as usual his dark bushy hair was uncombed. I did see some streaks of gray invading the tangled mop. (Good material for later insults, which I filed with computer mind.) Jane, however, is in a class all by herself. The first time I met her was when she and Jay came to visit us in Tampa. I estimated her height as five feet eleven. She is a "big women." She isn't fat—there's just a lot of her. I stand six feet even, and it's rare a woman looks me almost straight in. ” he replied laughing, looking at me in that way that I knew I now fully had his attention.Turning to him so he could get a good view of my body I replied, “Good! It’s better that way! Most American men are cut and that’s fine, but I prefer uncut.”This wasn't exactly true, but I didn't care since I was now making some progress. Plunging ahead with our conversation I now went for broke, “Uncut cocks are more sensitive and better to suck!”I think he saw that as a sign and said, “I prefer American.